Torrid Zone Page #2

I'll try and keep it out of hock.

Best of luck to you.

We go. We go.

I am sorry, Rosario.

Sooner or later, everybody dies.

It's too bad I am sooner.

Before you get shot,

is there anything I can do for you?

Maybe, perhaps a cigarette.

Maybe, perhaps a match, huh?

Drop your guns or I shoot your chief.

Drop the guns, quick!

Drop the guns.

Touchdown!

Go after him.

We must catch him immediately.

Gonzales, cut off the main road

with three men.

And you go too.

I go over the wall myself after Rosario.

- But Rosario took your gun.

- He took my gun.

I better go tell Mr. Case.

Hey, Lopez, get those beezarks

off their siesta.

How'd you come, by way of Jersey City?

- Where's Wally?

- He's back in one of those cars.

Never mind the recital!

Hello, Steve.

What do you do down there all day,

take sunbaths?

Couldn't help it, Steve.

You ought to know Anderson by now.

Or shouldn't I talk that way

about my immediate superior?

- No, you shouldn't.

- All right, I won't.

But you ought to get a load of those fancies

he sent you in the second car.

Oh, confidentially, Steve,

that guy Anderson's an awful jerk.

He can't even run his own life,

let alone the plantation.

- You take Nick Butler...

- Don't mention that conniving tramp.

- Nick's the...

- He's through with the company.

He's on the Arturo, bound for the States

with my dough. I hope he goes to hell.

- Didn't you grade this fruit at all?

- We were lucky to get it on the train.

From its condition,

it'll ripen before it gets to New Orleans.

- Why wasn't it picked a week ago? Lopez!

- Don't ask me. I'm just the hired help.

If the rest of the cars are like this,

half will be rejected. Lopez!

- Seor?

- This fruit hasn't been graded at all.

- Check it carefully.

- Radiogram, Mr. Case.

Yeah? If this is a collect from Nick Butler,

it's gonna come out of your salary.

Someone else signed for it.

"Expect you at the dock, sweetheart,

to kiss me goodbye.

Don't bring a present.

Your lovely face will be enough.

I need a good laugh. Love, Nick Butler."

- I'll give that hooligan a present.

- Nick's silly, going back to the States.

I hear it's so tough, you gotta support

yourself and the government on one income.

Mr. Case. Mr. Case.

- Everything go off all right?

- There is something I have to report.

Yeah, I know.

Don't give me the gory details.

I'm a sensitive man.

You shot him and that's that.

That guy cost us plenty of dough

in his day.

Mr. Case, we did not shoot Rosario.

You didn't shoot him? Why not?

Because he escaped.

Well, that's a good reason.

Whoever made you chief of police?

Can't handle a job like shooting a man?

Mr. Case, we were overwhelmed.

Rosario's men stormed the jail yard.

Eighteen, maybe 20 of them.

What could we do, Mr. Case?

But don't worry. I have clues.

I shall capture him again easily

within several months.

You...

Why don't you wait

till he dies of old age?

Don't tell me that Donley

had her mob there and rescued her too.

She's safe under key and lock.

She better be, and she's out of town

on that boat or you'll be on the next.

Mr. Case, I must remind you

that I was elected by the people.

Yes, and they're finally wise to you.

Bet those brass buttons, the next time

they go to the polls, they'll throw you out.

Mr. Case, I do not believe in a third term.

Oh, Mr. Case, that hurricane turned

in and hit north. It won't bother us.

First good news I've heard today.

Get me Anderson.

Why can't I take it easy and have a life?

Why do I have to work like this?

Your salary might have something

to do with it.

Mr. Anderson on the phone.

Hello, Anderson.

What were those things

you sent up on the train?

Those weren't bananas, by any chance,

were they?

If you don't know we can't ship that

kind of fruit, you don't belong on the job.

Place a guard around the plantation.

Rosario waltzed out of jail today.

But the company brought me down here

to grow bananas, not to fight desperados.

Quit the bellyaching.

I can see that yellow of your collar.

Do as you're told and shut up.

Prepaid.

Save that until later, will you?

Get a load of this.

"What's wrong with shipments?

Why waste valuable hold space on junk?

Thirty percent of last shipment total loss.

Expect great improvement immediately.

R.J. Baldwin."

- Know where that came from?

- Couldn't be number seven.

Yeah, it used to be our best producer.

You mean when Nick Butler

was down there?

That gilt-edged chiseller.

Well, maybe so.

He's the best man we ever had around here.

Well, that's no recommendation.

Oh, it wasn't Nick's fault

about that ex-wife of yours.

- He kept telling you she was no good.

- He didn't have to prove it personally.

- Oh, but he did it for your sake, Steve.

- He did it...

Well, I've heard everything.

The Arturo's been sighted.

It should dock in a couple of hours.

Steve, it wouldn't hurt to talk to Nick, as

long as he's gonna be here for a few hours.

No! I wouldn't talk to the...

Well, it might not hurt to go down

and wish the heel bon voyage.

- I don't see Nick.

- Probably playing tag with some dame.

- There ain't no law against that, is there?

- The way he plays it, there is.

Lopez, hurry those men.

Get that fruit moving.

Yes, Seor Boss.

- She did not get away.

- That's great. We'll build you a statue.

Tell these guys to let me go.

You're gonna go,

right back to the States.

Won't you do me a favor? Let me stay on

here until the next boat south.

- Hey, Daniels.

- Hi, Case.

- Is that the little number we're escorting?

- Yeah, see that she gets the royal suite.

- I'll give it to her personally.

- Looks like you're on your way, sister.

All right, Case.

This time, you have the winning hand.

But don't forget, comes a new deal

and I might have the cards.

Sure, if you deal them, you will.

So long, babe.

Come on, boys. We're in bad company.

Seor Daniels,

I deliver the prisoner to you.

Okay, boys. I'll take care of little Nell.

Migrate, sister.

Pick up my luggage, porter,

and go easy with it or you don't get a tip.

Tote them yourself, lady.

Once a gentleman, always a gentleman.

Say, wise guy, stop trying to prove

the hand's quicker than the eye.

Don't get the idea you can kick me around.

I'll let you have one.

You push me one more time,

you'll wear this suitcase as a necklace.

That'll land you right in the brig.

Now, come on, this ain't no tea party.

Man overboard.

Help!

Hello. I'm Nick Butler,

chairman of the entertainment committee.

Can we depend upon you

for our shuffleboard tournament?

- I'm afraid you play a little rough.

- I can ease off for the ladies, Miss...

Donley, Lee Donley.

Thanks for taking care

of my centipede friend.

There's a guy on the pier

I'd like you to meet.

So you throw Seor Daniels overboard.

Take those fish hooks off me.

I told you...

Stop manhandling this lady.

Apologize to her.

Seorita, I am sorry.

Now pick up her bags.

Thanks, mister.

Take it easy, boys. Take it easy.

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